Post by scarlet on Jan 29, 2009 12:14:11 GMT 10
[/size]`Scarlet Marie Cohen !!!
Witty, Withdrawn, Waiting.
Name: Scarlet Marie Cohen.
Nickname(s): Lettie.
Major: Journalism.
Age: 20.
Grade: Senior.
Birthdate: December 12th.
Orientation: Straight.
Location: Yakima/Seattle.
`Appearance ,,
Scarlet Cohen has naturally wavy brunette hair that falls shortly past her shoulders which she takes great pride in. She usually darkens her locks to 'fit' her face better. Sometimes, Scarlet will go for it and either dye her hair jet black or a light blonde. The waves are almost always worn down, sometimes with a headband or something of the sorts. Her slender, brown eyebrows level off horizontally with a soft curve at the end. Her sultry hazel eyes switch between more green and more brown depending on the surroundings [or if she happens to be where a certain eyeliner that day]. Scarlet’s delicately round face is coated in thousands of light brown freckles that even cross over the bridge of her short nose [which she is constantly hiding with makeup]. She has long lashes with she smears mascara over.
Scarlet is an average twenty year old girl. She is neither unnaturally skinny nor overweight; she just rests somewhere in the middle. She has some curves to her and she isn’t especially proud of them, but she’s learned to dress them accordingly. Scarlet stands at around 5’ 6”, yet is unsure if she would rather be taller or shorter to fit the rest of her stature. Her arms and legs are slender, but not very long. She is very pale, due to her English parentage, which her brown hair highlights.
Her style is a sort of a bohemian mash-up with comfort. You can often find her in jeans with an old vintage top or other outfits of the sorts. But, she really has no problem dressing up and, on the proper occasion, you can find her in dressier attire.
Scarlet Cohen has naturally wavy brunette hair that falls shortly past her shoulders which she takes great pride in. She usually darkens her locks to 'fit' her face better. Sometimes, Scarlet will go for it and either dye her hair jet black or a light blonde. The waves are almost always worn down, sometimes with a headband or something of the sorts. Her slender, brown eyebrows level off horizontally with a soft curve at the end. Her sultry hazel eyes switch between more green and more brown depending on the surroundings [or if she happens to be where a certain eyeliner that day]. Scarlet’s delicately round face is coated in thousands of light brown freckles that even cross over the bridge of her short nose [which she is constantly hiding with makeup]. She has long lashes with she smears mascara over.
Scarlet is an average twenty year old girl. She is neither unnaturally skinny nor overweight; she just rests somewhere in the middle. She has some curves to her and she isn’t especially proud of them, but she’s learned to dress them accordingly. Scarlet stands at around 5’ 6”, yet is unsure if she would rather be taller or shorter to fit the rest of her stature. Her arms and legs are slender, but not very long. She is very pale, due to her English parentage, which her brown hair highlights.
Her style is a sort of a bohemian mash-up with comfort. You can often find her in jeans with an old vintage top or other outfits of the sorts. But, she really has no problem dressing up and, on the proper occasion, you can find her in dressier attire.
Best Feature:[/b] “That would definitely have to be my hair. Though it sometimes decides to disobey me, I really love its texture and waves.”
Worst Feature:”My weight. I’m never quite sure if having a little meat makes me look more ‘healthy’ like my mom always says or if it truly is a curse!”[/font][/size]
`Personality ,,
`Witty.
Scarlet has quite the mind on her. She is quick on her feet and can have you in a mental corner in seconds. This is partly due to the tongue lashing her mother gave her as a teenager; she had to learn to have a comeback, fast. Now, in everyday life she speaks as smart as she can without sounding smarmy. Her education in high school left her craving more than she had been taught. Hence, her arrival at Washington University of Arts to pursue a career in writing.
`Withdrawn.
Scarlet is a very internal person. She has a hard time in relationships with any kind of emotional attachment. She likes to just be by herself sometimes, just concentrate without any disturbances. She has trouble with parties and the like. This is probably because of being such a loner for most of her life, but the university is really a branch out for her.
`Waiting.
Scarlet always feels like she is waiting for something, anything to happen. Her life, from her perspective, is boring and uneventful. So, anything new [within her limits], she grabs onto immediately and never lets go without a fight. She has a hard time with patience in any form and like when things move along fast- academically, romantically, and in everything else.
`Witty.
Scarlet has quite the mind on her. She is quick on her feet and can have you in a mental corner in seconds. This is partly due to the tongue lashing her mother gave her as a teenager; she had to learn to have a comeback, fast. Now, in everyday life she speaks as smart as she can without sounding smarmy. Her education in high school left her craving more than she had been taught. Hence, her arrival at Washington University of Arts to pursue a career in writing.
`Withdrawn.
Scarlet is a very internal person. She has a hard time in relationships with any kind of emotional attachment. She likes to just be by herself sometimes, just concentrate without any disturbances. She has trouble with parties and the like. This is probably because of being such a loner for most of her life, but the university is really a branch out for her.
`Waiting.
Scarlet always feels like she is waiting for something, anything to happen. Her life, from her perspective, is boring and uneventful. So, anything new [within her limits], she grabs onto immediately and never lets go without a fight. She has a hard time with patience in any form and like when things move along fast- academically, romantically, and in everything else.
Likes:
+Rain
+The Pacific Ocean
+Cleanliness
+Spicy foods
+Independent films
+Writing
+Heights
+Family
Dislikes:
+Country Music
+Exercising
+Waiting in lines
+Ignorance
+Loud Noises
+Lying
+Arguments
+Needles
Positive Traits:
-Scarlet is a very strong-willed woman. A simple put-down isn’t enough to break her spirit. And she lets people know that.
-She is very hard-working. She would never quit in the middle or anything, she just keeps plowing through. Need that by noon? Done.
-Scarlet is open minded. Though she hates to take on change, she can understand other people’s ideas and accept that they are theirs and she doesn’t have to agree with them.
Negative Traits:
-She tries to hard to get people to like her. Even though she has a close circle of friends, she always wants to put herself out there more, but overachieves to the point where they can’t stand her.
-She thinks she is better than others. Not everyone, but if you strike a wrong chord with her, she automatically projects herself as ranking above you.
-She’s a realist. But, sometimes people interpret that as being a pessimist. She says everything how it is, and not everyone appreciates that.
Greatest Ambition: Her biggest dream is to become a journalist, obviously. But, not sitting at some desk typing up whether or not Britney Spears new single is ‘hip’. She wants to be down in the action, with the people, for the people.
Greatest Fear: Rejection. From anyone- possible employers, friends, lovers. She hates being told she’s not needed or she isn’t worthy.[/size]
`History ,,
December 12th. One of the coldest days of the year in Tacoma, but that’s when Scarlet Marie Cohen decided she needed to be born. She was early by a few days, but her parents were already expecting her. And that’s they day all their fighting began. Her mom, Julia wanted the baby to be named Scarlet. Her father, Henry, wanted the name to be Helen. After a long debate, Scarlet was named- much to her father’s dismay.
Since then, her father never really accepted her into the family. He always said ‘I love you’, but in a robotic, absent way. Her mother, on the other hand, marveled over the baby she had produced. She treated her as any other person; no baby talk. Because of that, Scarlet owns her sharp tongue to her mom. Even though she first walked right into her dad’s arms, said his name first, he would also just brush her off like she was nothing.
That got worse when three years later, her little brother was born. It was Daddy’s turn to name the kid and he chose James. James was the apple of his eye and, now, he ignored Scarlet more then ever. Her mother split the attention equally, making her feel even more isolated. But, every year though, her father would buy her a snow globe for her birthday- the only nice thing he ever did for her. This whole time both of her parents had been fighting behind their loving composure. Five days before Scarlet’s tenth birthday, they finally called it quits.
Scarlet went to Seattle with her mom. James was tempted to stay with his dad, but eventually came with his big sis. Henry Cohen was heart-broken and in the following years, estranged himself from any contact with his family and was never seen again.
From then on, Scarlet’s life was fairly normal. She was fiercely protective over her brother and that got her into a few spats, but other than that, nothing much. Until now.
December 12th. One of the coldest days of the year in Tacoma, but that’s when Scarlet Marie Cohen decided she needed to be born. She was early by a few days, but her parents were already expecting her. And that’s they day all their fighting began. Her mom, Julia wanted the baby to be named Scarlet. Her father, Henry, wanted the name to be Helen. After a long debate, Scarlet was named- much to her father’s dismay.
Since then, her father never really accepted her into the family. He always said ‘I love you’, but in a robotic, absent way. Her mother, on the other hand, marveled over the baby she had produced. She treated her as any other person; no baby talk. Because of that, Scarlet owns her sharp tongue to her mom. Even though she first walked right into her dad’s arms, said his name first, he would also just brush her off like she was nothing.
That got worse when three years later, her little brother was born. It was Daddy’s turn to name the kid and he chose James. James was the apple of his eye and, now, he ignored Scarlet more then ever. Her mother split the attention equally, making her feel even more isolated. But, every year though, her father would buy her a snow globe for her birthday- the only nice thing he ever did for her. This whole time both of her parents had been fighting behind their loving composure. Five days before Scarlet’s tenth birthday, they finally called it quits.
Scarlet went to Seattle with her mom. James was tempted to stay with his dad, but eventually came with his big sis. Henry Cohen was heart-broken and in the following years, estranged himself from any contact with his family and was never seen again.
From then on, Scarlet’s life was fairly normal. She was fiercely protective over her brother and that got her into a few spats, but other than that, nothing much. Until now.
Best Memory: “The summer between 10th and 11th grade. Think cool summer breeze, old battered pick up, oldies playing on the radio. Perfect night to be curled up with your boyfriend. We lay on the hood, just next to each other. But, then, it just. . . evolved from there. My first time and probably one of the better times since then.”
Worst Memory: “I was almost ten; it was almost my birthday actually. My dad came home really angry. He was storm into the house, slamming doors, screaming for my mother to come right away. When she got to the living room, he threw a lamp at the floor. My mother shrieked the most horrible sound I’ve ever heard. Dad ran up right to her and almost hit her. His hand was almost to her face. I dropped my favorite snow globe then. But, instead of hitting her, he kissed her on the head. And then said, “Get out of my house”. It was so horrible.”[/size]
`Writing Skill ,,
She just sat there, letting the water flow over her shoulders and down her back. She rarely did this; just waste time standing there leaning against the steaming wall in the shower. Jessie sighed and turned her face back to the water. She knew he would be waiting for her, patiently. She didn’t care. “Fuck them all!” she thought aloud, though in a lower voice then she used normally [yet not a whisper at all]. Jess thrust her fist at the wall with little or no reward. Her knuckles stung like thousands of bees, but all she could do was shake it off. Reaching to turn the temperature up, Jess bit her lip. Her tears melted away into the cascade of the shower.
Not a moment later, the shower went cold. The dial was as far as it could go. She couldn’t help but take it as a metaphor for her life. I’m pushed as far as I can stand, now it’s time to shove back! She gripped the knob and yanked it off. Smiling, Jess reached for her towel. Soft and maroon. Since when are my towels fucking maroon? Jessie looked out into the bathroom and realized it was hers. It wasn’t her shower at all.
Jess didn’t know what to do. Stay there? Investigate? Leave ASAP? “Shit,” was all she could manage to say. The shower was in the farthest corner from the door, with a toilet slightly to the right and a sink right next to the door. The floor was covered in a bath rug made of what appeared to be... cashmere? Now, Jess was having trouble thinking of the right word. Silk?... No... Damn it! she thought, without success.
She decided to investigate. Jess wrapped the towel swiftly around her and reached for the door. When she opened it she found something she didn’t expect- her ex-boyfriend...
[/size][/center]She just sat there, letting the water flow over her shoulders and down her back. She rarely did this; just waste time standing there leaning against the steaming wall in the shower. Jessie sighed and turned her face back to the water. She knew he would be waiting for her, patiently. She didn’t care. “Fuck them all!” she thought aloud, though in a lower voice then she used normally [yet not a whisper at all]. Jess thrust her fist at the wall with little or no reward. Her knuckles stung like thousands of bees, but all she could do was shake it off. Reaching to turn the temperature up, Jess bit her lip. Her tears melted away into the cascade of the shower.
Not a moment later, the shower went cold. The dial was as far as it could go. She couldn’t help but take it as a metaphor for her life. I’m pushed as far as I can stand, now it’s time to shove back! She gripped the knob and yanked it off. Smiling, Jess reached for her towel. Soft and maroon. Since when are my towels fucking maroon? Jessie looked out into the bathroom and realized it was hers. It wasn’t her shower at all.
Jess didn’t know what to do. Stay there? Investigate? Leave ASAP? “Shit,” was all she could manage to say. The shower was in the farthest corner from the door, with a toilet slightly to the right and a sink right next to the door. The floor was covered in a bath rug made of what appeared to be... cashmere? Now, Jess was having trouble thinking of the right word. Silk?... No... Damn it! she thought, without success.
She decided to investigate. Jess wrapped the towel swiftly around her and reached for the door. When she opened it she found something she didn’t expect- her ex-boyfriend...
`Behind The Character ,,
Name: Mack
Age: 16
Role-playing experience: Four years, I do believe.
How you found us: Through a site, that I got linked to from another site, from another, from another. If I could remember, I would tell you :]
[[Icons Courtesy: Mikaela @ Caution 2.0]]
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